The Biker's Fate Chapter 676

Waverly

SATURDAY AFTERNOON, I was standing in my closet trying to figure out what to wear for my dinner date. I’m embarrassed to admit, I’d been standing here for twenty minutes and still hadn’t picked anything.

As I continued to ponder (panic), my phone pealed on my nightstand, so I made my way to it and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hey, beautiful."

I bit my lip and smiled. "Hey, yourself."

"You doin’ okay? You sound weird."

I sighed. "Well, if you must know, I’ve been standing in my closet for about a year trying to figure out what to wear tonight."

"A whole year, huh?"

"Pretty much." I unplugged my phone and stepped back into my closet. "It would help to know where we’re going."

"Katie and I’ll pick you up—"

"You’re picking up? Wait. You and Katie are picking up? I thought we were eting sowhere?"

"What kind of man makes his date et him?" Gio countered. "And I figured you’d feel more comfortable with Kate since you’ve t her."

I nearly cried at this thoughtfulness. "And she’s okay with that?"

"Yeah, she’s totally okay with that."

"God, you have nice friends."

"I do. They’re the best."

"Would you do that for them?"

"In a fuckin’ heartbeat," he said imdiately.

"How do you find friends like that?" I mused.

"You already have."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah," he said. "I’m keeping you, therefore, so are they."

I chuckled. "That easy, huh?"

"I wouldn’t necessarily call it easy, but you’ve got ’em if you need ’em."

"Well, that’s really sweet, Gio."

"Just speakin’ the truth, Fizzy."

I let the warm fuzzies settle in my stomach before getting back to the subject at hand. "Okay, what should I wear, Gio? Give so kind of hint."

"Classy casual. Jeans are good, but maybe not shorts."

"It’s too cold for shorts," I pointed out.

"You never know. You might be crazy."

"You have no idea." I laughed. "Okay, nice jeans. Got it."

"Are you good?"

"In what regard?"

"You okay with and Katie pickin’ you up?"

"Oh, right. Yes, I’m fine with that. I’ll text you my address."

"That’d be great," he said. "We’ll pick you up at six."

"Perfect."

"Hey."

"Yeah?"

"Lookin’ forward to it, beautiful," he said.

I blushed. " too, Gio."

We rang off and I made my way to the bathroom to shave all the things.

At just before six, my doorbell rang and I checked my cara to see Katie standing on my stoop. I rushed to my door and pulled it open, and she smiled wide. "You look so cute."

"Thank you. Is this okay?"

"It’s perfect. Gio’s going to lose his mind."

I laughed. "Exactly what I was going for. Co in. I’ll just grab my purse."

She stepped inside and closed the door. "Word of warning..."

"Uh-oh, that doesn’t sound good."

She grinned even wider, if that was possible. "He’s being il grumpo el dente right now."

"Grumpo el dente?"

"Yes. He’s brought to my boiling point, and I’m perfectly done with his shit."

I laughed. "What did he do?"

"He’s pissed at because I wouldn’t let him co up."

I rolled my eyes. "He can’t navigate stairs right now."

"I know." She threw her hands in the air. "But he’s all about treating a woman right and he’s got this whole chivalry thing going on, so I had to threaten cutting off his dick to get him to stay in the car."

I let out a snort. "You didn’t."

"Sure did."

"Remind never to piss you off."

She grinned. "Well, keep in mind, I’ve known him since he was twelve, and he’s like another brother to , so he’s had a long ti to bring to the point of wanting to do bodily harm. I think he practices on his sisters. A lot."

"He ntioned that." I grabbed my purse and keys, and after locking my door, we headed out.

As we walked downstairs, Katie in front of , I heard her mutter, "Fucking hell," and I looked up to find Gio leaning against a silver Toyota, his face twisted in pain, but trying desperately to school his features so he appeared casual and nonchalant.

Katie let out a frustrated groan as we made a mad dash for the car. "What the fuck, Gio?"

"You were takin’ a while, so I wanted to make sure everything was okay."

She wrapped an arm around his waist and hissed, "I’m seriously going to cut off your dick."

"You look gorgeous, Fizzy," he said, and I smiled.

"Thanks. You look great, too." I raised an eyebrow. "Although, this whole ensemble would look better without the strain on your face."

"I’m fine," he said, obviously lying through his teeth.

I threw my purse into the car and wrapped my arm around his waist from the other side, then Katie and I helped him back into the passenger seat. "I can sit in the back."

"It’s easier to get you out of the front," Katie countered.

"Waverly shouldn’t be made to sit in the back," he argued.

"Waverly’s standing right here, and I’m fine to be chauffeured." I grinned, reaching over him to secure his seatbelt.

"Jesus, you sll good."

"Behave," I bossed, grinning as I closed his door and moved to the back seat.

Katie pulled up to the restaurant, one of my favorites down by the waterfront, and while she pulled out the wheelchair, I unbuckled Gio and helped him slide to the edge of the seat.

"You ready?" I asked.

He nodded and I cupped his chin.

"Did you bring pain ds?"

"Yeah. Kate has them."

I sighed. "You need to take them, okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

Katie rolled up with the chair and we helped him into it, and then she grabbed water from the side of her door and handed him so painkillers.

"We can do this another ti," I said.

"Like hell," he hissed. "I’m fine, Fizzy. It’s all good."

"What if you need to pee?" Katie asked.

"I can help him," I said. "That’s no biggie."

"Jesus, Kate," he growled, then turned to . "And you are not helping piss. I’ll fuckin’ hold it."

"Grumpo el dente, indeed," I said.

"What does that an?" he demanded.

"Nothing," Katie and I said in stereo then bust out laughing.

"Text when you’re ready and I’ll pick you up," Katie said.

"Thanks for everything," I said, then wheeled Gio into the restaurant.

"Did you always want to be a chanic?" I asked once our food arrived.

"That’s a loaded question," Gio said. "My dad died when I was ten, and as much as my mom tried, I kind of went off the rails when I was about twelve. Enter Connor. I was in school with his son Flash and Connor took under his wing. Anyti I wasn’t at school, I was at his shop learning how to work on cars and staying out of my mother’s hair and probably jail."

I cocked my head. "You were that bad?"

"I could have been if it wasn’t for him."

"Are you close with your mom and sisters?"

"Yeah. They drive up a fuckin’ wall, but we’re close."

"But not enough to stay with her while you rehab?"

He shook his head. "Her house has four million stairs, so Maisie suggested I co to theirs. And when Maisie suggests anything, it’s more of a command."

I chuckled. "Oh, so the quiet, sweet, British thing is a ruse?"

"No, that’s all real, but you don’t argue with her. I don’t know how to describe it."

"You ss with the queen and her man will fuck you up?"

He jabbed his fork toward . "Nailed it."

"Connor seems so chill, though."

"He is unless you fuck with his family."

"Well, that’s kind of sweet, really."

He smirked. "Sure, we’ll go with sweet."

"It was very kind of them to invite to dinner and for Maisie to cook for . They made feel welco, and that’s absolutely sweet."

"You know, I noticed sothing last night at dinner."

"What’s that?" I asked.

"You called yourself the new girl, not the guest... that denotes you’re stickin’ around."

I blushed. "Well, I guess that just proves how comfortable I felt."

"Nah, you’re stickin’ around," he pressed. "I’m keepin’ ya."

"You’ve thrown the whole professional thing out the window, haven’t you?"

"The second I t you." He grinned. "Lean in, baby."

"What am I going to do with you?"

"You’re going to enjoy the ride."

"God, I hope so," I rasped.

He grinned, taking a bite of his pasta.